Date: Thu, 01 Nov 2001 02:37:52 +0000
From: 12 Inch Jesus
Subject: Deviant Lust (scat, military)
Note to fans: It's been a while...surprise! I'm still here:)
DEVIANT LUST
It sits quietly inside my head waiting for the opportune time to strike.
When it strikes, it does so with the utmost furry and intensity. At times,
I feel as though I cannot control myself. My urges take over, and I'm
thrown into a deep spin of repetative thought and desire. Call it what you
will, I call it...deviant lust.
Barracks life as a marine is somewhat difficult. I step outside my door to
a catwalk of flesh and beauty that only the most fortunate get to be with. I
go to the laundry room...oops - there's one. I go to the gym, forget
it...I'd better find something else to do. I go eat at the mess hall and
damn - I'm hit with the realization that there are so many goddamn georgeous
motherfuckers on this earth. Why, why, why?
Then it hits me...the urges, thoughts, emotions that come packaged in a
nice, little bundle. My mind turns machine-like and I try anything to
control them...but...
I envision being beaten by these studs. I envision being urinated on...spit
on and crapped on. I look around in my fantasy and I'm surrounded by naked
jarheads...waiting to control me, humiliate me and abuse me. AAhhhhh....
I smell their asses, I lick their man-holes and become their fart-target. I
breathe in the smell, the man-stink...coming at me from all directions.
Marine farts...marine stink...marine piss. Spunk, cum...sperm.
I'm on the deck, on all fours with one huge, veiny man cock penetrating my
exposed asshole. He pushes in forcefully, almost brutally as if to remind
me that I'm his for the moment. He fucks me until I'm sore...begging for
him to stop but stop he will not. He will fuck me until his seed leaves his
dick, entering deep within my worked guts. But - he's only the first of
many.
My mouth is simultaneously being battered and abused by cocks of all sizes,
shapes and tastes. Musky cock, sweaty cock and dirty cock. Pussy
cock...chick cock...bitch cock. Marine Cock...I'm drunk with lust...as my
throat takes load after load of starchy man cream. I feel my throat gulping
thick gobs of the shit...like a cum pump...ingesting more and more until I
feel like expelling it. I want more. I love this feeling of intense
humiliation.
The third stud that fucks me pisses in my butt after ejaculating in my
bowels, expelling more of his dick-junk into my nasty being. My guts are
filled mens' cum, piss and dick-junk. Goddamnit...Oh god...yeah!
Fuck me...cuss me. Hit me.
I then feel a warm stream of marine pee hit my face...cleaning the cum that
spewed onto my face...causing it to drip to the floor where I proceed to
lick the gobs of piss/cum off the floor like a goddamn dog.
I feel yet more piss hitting me from different directions, washing my
sickness away, purifying me and making me whole again.
Then it's "turd time". The hottest of the bunch...all beefy n'manly feels
compelled to use me as his shit-bitch. I'm there for him. I accept his
gift. He croutches over my face, as I'm on my back...he farts over my mouth
and nose, giving me the uplift I need to continue. I'm in an animalistic
state of sickness and decay. But, I love it.
He farts again, this time slowly releasing his hard, thick and long log of
manly shit. This turd is a beauty...glistening with slickness and
ass-juice. The man-stink hits me like a puch in the kidneys. My mouth
begins to accept his offering...and the last of his turd is expelled from
his guts and pinched off by his ass-ring. I'm in man-heaven. Loving my
degradation and humiliation.
That's not all..I can't stop now. I beg for them to force the
solid-man-turd into my open asshole...and to force it deep inside my being.
I want nothing more than this stud's hard turd, his stinky shit to be a part
of me for a while, until it hurts my intestines. I want to be rapped by the
damn thing. Fuck me...hurt me and goddamn abuse me...
Ah, and it fuckin' doesn't stop there. There will never be a limit...it's
never enough...
At this point, I am overcome with lust and shittiness and I lose it. I spew
my man-spunk all over my belly...and my marine pigs whipe it all over
me...while spitting on me...and finally pissing on me to clean my filthy
soul. They've done their job. They gave me what I wanted. They gave me
more of what makes me human. They gave me reason to be gay.
Now my mind can concentrate on recovery.
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